Sorry, dear. He can't be a "great guy" if he spits half-eaten food onto the pizza. Nope, that's a deal-breaker in the "great guy" sweepstakes.

I am just curious how she managed to get engaged to this guy in the first place. Don't dates normally involve dinner? If I went on a first date with a guy who had no table manners I wouldn't want a second date no matter how stimulating the conversation.

I went on one date with a fairly interesting and intelligent guy who took me to the movies. He got up twice for long periods of time and then came back and asked me what happened. He actually got up right before the ending of KPAX for a phone call (don't judge me, he picked the movie) I thought to myself, he could be an great guy but do I want to go to dozens of movies and have to explain the parts he missed during the movie? I think bad table manners would be even worse then that IMHO.

Yes. You can avoid movies, but you can't avoid meals, perhaps 10 or more each week, for the rest of your born days...

And how is it that he hasn't noticed that other people don't eat like him? It's one thing to know you're a pig, it's another to ignore it totally. Yes, dear, you are disgusting. And no, it's not your behavior that's disgusting: it's you.

I had a first date with a guy, who pulled out his messenger bag and proceeded to pull out tons of small vitamin bottles. Plus he pulled out two ziplock bags full of capsules and two of those conpartments that old people use (you know, the ones with the days of the week imprinted on them). He then swallowed about 40 pills and in the middle of this he seized my water because his glass ran out. We never had a second date.

She says it's her fiance. My guess is that when he took her out to a nice candlelit dinner to propose, he got down on one knee and started eating crumbs off the floor. Continuing to be unfazed enough by his actions to voice an objection, she accepted.

mermaid33:

She says it's her fiance. My guess is that when he took her out to a nice candlelit dinner to propose, he got down on one knee and started eating crumbs off the floor. Continuing to be unfazed enough by his actions to voice an objection, she accepted.

That's because she was so thrilled that someone actually proposed to her. Now that she's got the proposal, it's time to make him over.

ElleBlue:

I had a first date with a guy, who pulled out his messenger bag and proceeded to pull out tons of small vitamin bottles. Plus he pulled out two ziplock bags full of capsules and two of those conpartments that old people use (you know, the ones with the days of the week imprinted on them). He then swallowed about 40 pills and in the middle of this he seized my water because his glass ran out. We never had a second date.

Those were Viagra, Cialis and Levitra, my dear. You missed out on what is commonly referred to as "Getting Your World Rocked."

OIFVet:

ElleBlue:

I had a first date with a guy, who pulled out his messenger bag and proceeded to pull out tons of small vitamin bottles. Plus he pulled out two ziplock bags full of capsules and two of those conpartments that old people use (you know, the ones with the days of the week imprinted on them). He then swallowed about 40 pills and in the middle of this he seized my water because his glass ran out. We never had a second date.

Those were Viagra, Cialis and Levitra, my dear. You missed out on what is commonly referred to as "Getting Your World Rocked."

Viagra, Cialis and Levitra??? At 35? That date was over ten years ago, he must be totally useless to woman-kind by now. I think he was a hypochondriac. He said something about the need to take certain vitamins at certain times of the day, etc... He was overly concerned with health. The vitamins must have been to counteract the antibotics, growth hormones and food additives they serve up at Applebee's.

All I can say is, Baby, you sure know how to pick 'em! XD

I had a date with a guy who kept talking on his cell phone (even while he was driving on the freeway) said he texted while driving "all the time," used his company's expense account to pay for our (expensive) dinner and drinks and justified it because he told me about his work (loansharking, basically), had a Thomas Kinkade in his place and then called my cell about a bajillion times the next day. I mean, seriously. The shady job and awful driving etiquette and the bad ethics were enough to kill the possibility of a second date, but a grown man with a Thomas fucking Kinkade painting? I never even picked up the phone. I just didn't know what to say.

I stopped dating a guy when I found several Air Supply albums in his collection.

mermaid33:

I stopped dating a guy when I found several Air Supply albums in his collection.

My current went to an Ivy League and developed a taste, nay, a raging appetite, for a capella music. By the time I learned, I was already in too deep. Love, that is!

ElleBlue:

That's because she was so thrilled that someone actually proposed to her. Now that she's got the proposal, it's time to make him over.

Yes ElleBlue! I was thinking the same thing but didn't know how to word it. I totally got the impression that she put up with the nasty behavior all these years just to squeeze that one magical prize of a marriage proposal out of him. Now she gets to wear a big fluffy white dress and all her friends are jealous! yay! it doesn't matter who the guy is, any little problems like this can just be adjusted.

Oh yeah? Wait till they cut the wedding cake! What will he do, vomit all over it beforehand?

Um, I don't know if I mentioned this but you guys don't seem to be taking me very seriously. It was several Air Supply albums in his collection. Not just one, like his sister accidentally left it in his room and it got mixed in with his stuff, no, this was several. As in more than one. As in, I actually went out and chose these and paid for them and brought them home to listen to. This is a pattern and people like this don't change!

If I hadn't have had the courage to break away from this monster, who knows where I would be right now. I would be married to a veterinarian with his own practice and an 8-bedroom colonial with a couple beemers parked out front who listens to Kenny G, that's where I'd be. (shivers)